Me and my scarecrow. He’s happy to be out of the attic.
Autumn on my front porch
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4 comments:
Love the pic of you and your scarecrow and your festive autumn front porch.
Thanks, Ann :)
Love it!
Good to see your face!! Well, half of it :).
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